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It can’t be helped, I suppose.
If something goes wrong, I’ll just blame Grandpa for everything and
have him sort it out.

Feeling a sting of betrayal
from Grandpa, I racked my brain.

The first thing to decide is
my goal in handling this situation.

The first is Velma’s safety.
The second is to make sure that the commoner group doesn’t even think
of challenging me. Thinking about how to handle these two issues made
my head hurt.

Solving the latter isn’t
that difficult. If I warn them that higher-ups could get involved if
they make a wrong move, they’ll likely be cautious.

The difficult part is the
former.

No matter how much I think
about it, Velma’s peaceful life at the academy seems like it will
disappear.

If I leave her alone, she
might be bullied by other commoners. Even if I say I’ll protect her,
she’ll just end up as an outcast.

Always having her by my side?
I considered that idea. But after imagining it in my head, I
immediately discarded it.

Me with my sharp tongue, Joy
with her harsh demeanour, Frey with her unpredictable nature, and the
occasional visit from the Third Prince Arthur.

Throwing a timid commoner girl
into this mix? That’s just torment. She’d probably break down
before graduation.

Ugh. Isn’t there a suitable
way?

If only there were someone
reliable to entrust her to…

Ah. Bisi!

The moment I remembered that
faintly impactful name I had forgotten until now, everything seemed
to fall into place.

The bullying directed at Velma
would disappear once I dealt with it. And as for the friend issue, I
could just shove it onto Bisi! Unlike me, Bisi seemed to have plenty
of friends!

Finding a clear solution, I
raised my head with a joyful smile.

The administrative professor,
whose name I couldn’t remember, and the commoner male were still
pressing Velma.

They probably believed that
the blame would fall on them if they couldn’t pin the fault on her.

It’s pitiful. Those fools, who
can only see what’s right in front of them, don’t even realise that
the arrow has already been shot. They hold onto a futile hope that
the bowstring will change direction.

So now, let’s inform them.
That their fate has already been determined.

“How strange?♡ Did I say
it was okay for you to start talking?♡ Why do I keep hearing pig
noises?♡”

As I spoke again, silence
filled the room once more. The anxious eyes of the three turned
towards me.

Judging by their quivering
lips, they seemed to have a lot to say, but I had no intention of
listening to any of it. Listening to their trivial chatter wasn’t
going to change my mind.

“You there, filthy
commoner scum♡”

I first pointed at the male
student.

“…Do you mean me?”

“Who else but you? Is
your brain as poorly made as your appearance?♡ Were you born
incomplete?♡ Heh, what an amusing person♡”

Seeing his face flush with
embarrassment, I continued speaking without hesitation. Even if he
exploded in anger and charged at me, I was confident I could crush
him easily.

“You know~♡ Recently,
I’ve been hearing some strange rumours?♡ Apparently, some sloppy
commoners are jealous that I’m close to the Sloppy Saint♡”

“…What?”

“At first, I didn’t pay
much attention. It’s not their fault, really. They’re just jealous
because I shine so brightly♡ But after that, a lot of strange
things started happening♡”

I listed all the misfortunes I
had faced today right in front of him.

Things that could usually be
brushed off as mere bad luck. Things that could make someone say I
was being overly sensitive.

But neither the man, the
administrative professor, nor Velma could say such things.

They couldn’t even come up
with an excuse. How could any rational thoughts cross their minds
when they were burning with anger from my provocation?

“Alright. Dirty
commoner?♡ I’ll speak so even your underdeveloped brain can
understand♡ If your filthy lips loosen up, maybe your sins will
lighten as well♡”

I could see the man’s eyes
trembling uncontrollably.

I wondered what my reflection
looked like in those quivering eyes.

A vicious lady out to kill
him? A terrifying woman not to be messed with? Either way, I wouldn’t
appear as a good person.

Perhaps feeling uneasy at
seeing the man’s conflicting emotions, the administrative professor
finally spoke up.

“…Lady Allen?! What are
you talking abo—”

“Mr. Pig?♡ Just stay
there and keep oinking♡ Otherwise, I’ll have you thrown into a real
pigsty♡ Oh, right. Since you’re a masochistic pervert, you might
actually enjoy that♡”

Whether you know it or not,
the academy already has plenty of reasons to be in my bad books.

The incident at the entrance
ceremony. The duel with Arthur. The attack by the Apostle of the Evil
God on the academy grounds.

If I start to pursue these
matters seriously, things will get complicated. Thanks to that, the
headmaster has no choice but to listen to what I say seriously.

If you had connections and a
good reputation like Luca, it might be hard to get rid of you, but
you’re someone who wouldn’t be missed, socially and physically. If
you don’t want to lose your head, you’d better keep your mouth
shut.

Having stayed in the Academy
for a long time as a commoner, he grasped my meaning quickly and
closed his mouth.

I wish he had been this
perceptive a bit earlier—what a shame.

Oh well. From now on, he will
be very cooperative, if only because his survival depends on it.

I tore my gaze away from the
enslaved man and looked back at the other man.

The man’s shoulders trembled
as he locked eyes with me, having witnessed the administrative
professor silenced without any excuse.

“I… I’ll speak.”

The core of the commoner group
is usually made up of second-year students.

First-year students don’t
know much about the Academy, so it’s hard for them to take on
significant roles within the group.

Most third-year students are
preoccupied with graduation and figuring out their future paths, so
they aren’t involved much either.

It’s a natural setup, and the
decision-maker for the commoner group is typically a second-year
student.

Mane, who was born to a
merchant family and successfully entered Soul Academy with excellent
grades despite being a commoner, was troubled after hearing about
today’s events from various people.

It was a story that seemed
almost unbelievable.

Touching the Lady of the Allen
Family!

Mane had a rough idea about
who Lucy Allen was.

In the past, she was a
troublemaker who survived thanks to her father’s influence. But
recently, she had come to her senses and started showcasing her
outstanding talents.

And she was still known for
her sharp temper.

When Mane threw the paper he
was reading and slammed the desk, those nearby flinched.

“Who ordered this?”

‘Pranking a noble? It’s
not something you should do, but it’s possible if you choose the
right target. Generally, it doesn’t cause much trouble.

But this time, the wrong
target was chosen. Lucy Allen was not someone you could mess with and
get away unscathed.

She’s a crazy woman who
shows her true colours even to the King.

If a commoner, who she
probably already looks down on, had instigated the trouble, what
reaction could one expect?’

Mane was certain. This
incident wouldn’t end with just one commoner getting hurt.

“Answer me!”

“…Uhm. Mane.”

As Mane shouted again, one of
the people in the meeting room spoke up.

“Why are you so angry?”

“What?”

“They’ll just pin it on
the kid who did it anyway. Messing with annoying nobles, giving some
first-years a lesson they won’t forget. It’s what we always do,
isn’t it?”

“Yeah, exactly. They never
dig too deep.”

“What’s wrong with messing
with that bitch who’s always getting special treatment from the
Saint?”

“…Hey. Are you crazy? What
are you saying?”

“Why not! What!”

Hearing the foolish chatter of
a few, Mane felt his head go blank.

‘Was this one person’s
reckless action tied to many others?

Oh, great Armadi. How could
you leave me among such idiots?

Ah. Is it because I’m an
idiot too? I admit it. For not escaping earlier and leading these
idiots, I must be one too.’

Realising the harsh reality
even as he prayed, Mane stood up without answering them.

To escape from this group of
idiots even now.

“Move aside, would you? If
you touch me, it’ll feel like that sloppy smell will stick to me.”

As Mane opened the door to the
meeting room and stepped outside, he saw it.

Lady Allen was entering the
commoners’ dormitory.

Her red eyes locked onto him.

With a sharp smile, as if she
had found her prey.

‘Oh, damn it. Oh, God.’

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